Sitting in the Immigration Office, I ponder racism back home in my own world
(Part I) (Part II) Doug tucked Scarlett under his arm and they again raced up the stairs. As they ascended she could hear her father mumbling a prayer. She never knew her father to be religious, he would rather spend more time on a dig than walk into a chapel. His praying and the cold…Read more Scarlett’s Secret Part III
In that brief amount of time that distracted Scarlett from the window the creature attacked. All Scarlett could hear was the blood-chilling scream she assumed belonged to Jeff and then as quickly as the scream emitted from his lungs it was cut short, replaced by a victorious, ravenous growl from the monster.
Let's get real for moment. I'm not gonna write about filmmaking today. I'm gonna talk about what drives me to make sort of stories and films that I do. When I look back on my life growing up, and the friends I had, the sports I participated in, and life choices I made I realized…Read more Let’s Get Real